Tim Tebow thought the message seemed odd. "In dire need of circumcision. Please come at once." The note had arrived in a manila envelope. There was no return address. Nothing to identify the sender. Just the note. And a round-trip, red-eye ticket to Texas. Still, he felt the urgency. A circumcision was required. He wasn't about to question it. A man was waiting for him at the the airport. He held a sign that said tebow, and when Tim approached, the man silently ushered him into a waiting limousine. Tim tried to ask questions, but the driver raised the glass barrier that separated the cab from the cabin. Tim rode in silence, watching the stark, Texas landscape roll by. He was deposited at a house. The moment Tim exited the limo, the car pulled away. Tim barely had time to grab his scalpel and prayer book. Unsure what to do, he approached the front door, which he noticed was ajar. Tim walked in. "Hello." Tim Tebow wasn't normally one to be startled, but the night's events had him on edge. The voice came from a shadowed corner. "Someone sent for me," Tim called out. "An emergency circumcision?" A young man emerged from the shadow. He wore a curious shirt, burnt orange on one side, blue on the other. "What's a Ga-horn?" Tim asked. "Nevermind," the man said. "You have work to do." Heartened by the reminder there was foreskin to be removed, Tim regained his confidence. "Yes, correct. Where is the youngster? Is he a refugee? Zambian? Namibian? Congolese? Please say Congolese. They have such perfect glandes." The young man blushed. And instead of replying, he simply lifted his Gahorns jersey. Underneath, he wore nothing. There was a pause, one long and uncomfortable. The young, semi-nude man looked at the floor. Even in the dim light, tim could see his neck flushed with...what? Excitement? Embarrassment? Tim knelt to examine the subject. "It looks like you were already circumcised." "Not by you." Tim looked up. The two locked eyes. Tim's shaking hand reluctantly dropped the scalpel. **** Twelve months later, Gator fans still fumed. On the verge of another national championship, their star quarterback had simply quit. Some called it an embarrassing forfeiture. But the liberal folks of California disagreed. "If Tim Tebow hadn't quit football and moved to California to personally overturn Prop 8 so he could marry his shadowy lover," The LA Times wrote, "gay rights might have never won this battle. And that's more important than any victory on the gridiron."